Re-Visiting Old Haunts.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Calm hands stuck in pockets
He passively sits
Looking down to the spot
Where he used to throw fits.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Cool, tanned and respected
He had to phone up and beg
A seat off some jobsworth
From the club he once led.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 No gratis warm seat in a transparent box
No chic luncheon prior to the match
He who was worshipped now has to watch
The game like the rest of us fans

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Angst and bad feeling
No longer concern
A bloke who was Godlike
When honours were earned.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He looks to the field and is smiling
As one of his signings has scored
Then pulls up collar hiding his face
The corner of drought has been turned.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 New shape of team looks exciting
From sat high up here in the stands
The finishing clean and incisive
His players coached by a new man.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A few of the fans recognise him, and
Ask for his signature during the break
He signs on the back of their programmes
With a kind word and a friendly handshake.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When the team hit another at random
He stands, and makes his way to the gate
The side that was his has now been passed on
To another, who’s taken his place.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Walking down a cold concrete concourse
He watches tail end of game with the drunks
Who at first recognise, then choose to ignore
Him. After all their teams now out of a slump.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 In the streets round the stadium
Where they sang out his name
When the trophys were hoisted up high

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 He can’t comprehend
How it came to such a sad end
Without a chance to bid, the clubs fans…..goodbye!



I quite often see one or two of them (our ex-managers, and God knows we’ve had enough of them) out and about the stadium at home games, some of the fans profess to make out that they know them, by stopping to chat to them, whilst some of the fans make out that they don’t them at all.

I wonder why that is? Maybe once they go and leave you, us, the fans have nothing what so ever in common with them any more?



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/re-visiting-old-haunts/